Stalag 17 is a great film by Billy Wilder. I’m not one for war films, but this has just the right amount of humour to carry it along. Stellar performances by Peter Graves, Harvey Lembeck, Robert Strauss, Sig Ruman, Otto Preminger and, best of all, Wiliam Holden. Watch out for Robinson Stone too as the mute Joey.
I have had this for years and, at first, thought I was the only one who had it. It doesn’t hurt at all; there’s just a loud bang, and that’s it. Occasionally I’ve opened my eyes to look around the room, mainly to see if it was a book or something that had fallen, but I usually just go straight back to sleep.
Although I understand the importance of voting, why do American adults wear a sticker proclaiming that they have? It seems very puerile. Stickers for good behavior are given at the dentist’s or doctor’s surgery to young children, but adults are surely past this stage.
I have a similar arrangement, although at a fraction of the price. My collection of DVDs is my own “TV station”, and I can change the schedules at will.
When I finally achieve my dream later this year to visit New York for the very first time, and travel to the Empire State Building, I fully intend to say (perhaps not out loud), “Top of the world, ma. Top of the world.” Hopefully, it won’t be a “dark and stormy night” when I get there!
I’m irritated by folk who say, “Cheers”, instead of “thank you”. The term “train station” also sets my teeth on edge. As far as I know, it’s always been “railway station” in the UK until the past twenty years or so, and I’m so old that I can’t - and won’t - adapt.
I wouldn’t say it was vandalism; it was a public service. Richard Ankrom’s contribution to road safety should be better known and recognised by California state.
It would seem that Fred Morgan was no better at recognising talent as the executive at Decca Records who turned down The Beatles. Thankfully, they were undeterred by rejection and went on to make some of the most iconic music of the 1960s and beyond.